I groaned, rubbing my eyelids. My vision was blurry and my head throbbed. The memory of what happened flooded back and I sighed, leaning back and closing my eyes. Fuck you Harry.

Lazily, I stumbled out of bed then promptly fell back down again. "You okay mate?" Liam walked in, putting on Paramore wristbands by the dozen.

I nodded, scrambling to my feet again. "Yeah. Can you tell what happened?"

Liam shook his head. "There's a bruise, but Irene will cover it up with some makeup. Now come on, we've got to eat then get to school. You're not allowed to stay home from school because that would draw too much attention," Liam grumbled.

I rolled my eyes. "Bullshit," I mumbled before throwing on a grey T shirt and jeans and heading downstairs. "What's for breakfast?"

"Eggs and bacon," Zayn called from the kitchen. "Hurry your ass up, I'm hungry!"

I laughed and slid into a seat, stuffing my face silently while the rest of the lads talked, raising their voices to be heard over each other. I glared at Harry, who looked down at his plate sheepishly.

"So how was school? Did Harry shove anyone else into a dumpster?"

Liam and Zayn both raised their hands. "Harry! What the hell man?"

"Sorry! The rules were to fit in and if we had to interact, do it negatively! I did keep Hudson from socking Niall in the face."

I rolled my eyes. "That's not the point. You didn't even say sorry!"

"Well I couldn't!"

I shook my head in disbelief and kept eating. As much as I love Harry, he makes me sick sometimes. We ate the rest of our breakfast in silence, me and Harry glaring at each other and the other lads casting hurt looks at Harry every now and then.

"Well, hope you all got your fill because now it's time to go! Don't wanna be late. Come on, chop chop!" Irene glided in and swept our plates off the table and into the sink. She was so mature and efficient I could hardly believe she was only seventeen.

I sighed and grabbed my backpack from the doorway. "Have fun at school!" Irene chirped, before gently shoving us out into the hallway and closing the door.

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I swear Brooklynn glared at me all during English. There were about fifteen minutes left of class when Mr. Hart announced that we were to get together and start "interviewing" each other.

I turned to her and asked her the first question on our sheet. "What is your full name?"

She sighed and ran her fingers through her hair, staring off into space. "Brooklynn Toma McCormack. Now you answer the question because I sure as hell aren't asking you anything."

I sighed and made up something. "It's Louis James Styles..." I mentally facepalmed. Styles? Really Lou?

"Styles? As in Harry Styles?" she asked, showing some apparent interest for the first time.

"I guess. Do you like One Direction?"

"That's not on the list, dumbass."

I sighed. This is gonna be a long school year.

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I dragged my feet as I headed to the gym. Mr. Newman had said yesterday that we'd be starting our dodgeball unit today. Whoopdee fucking doo.

My jaw fell open when I saw who had been put on the other team. Since when was Harry in my gym class?

He smirked at me and threw the ball up in the air, catching it. "You're going down pretty boy!" he called, and all his friends laughed throwing around fist bumps and high fives.

I wonder if it would be possible to smother myself to death with my shirt without anybody noticing.

Mr. Newman blew his whistle and before I could think, Harry arched the ball straight through the air, where it smacked into my face. Lovely.

I sighed and reached down to grab the ball, and threw it at Harry when his back was turned. It hit him in the back of the head and he froze, then spun around and glared at me.

I sprinted away toward the first person I saw; Brooklynn. I grabbed her by the shoulders and hoisted her in front of me, ducking down behind her.

To my surprise, she just laughed. "Shit Louis, I knew you loved me but I didn't know you wanted me that badly."

Everybody in the room snapped their heads around and stared at me. "You made Brooklynn McCormack laugh!" someone said. "And she wasn't bitchy either!" another added.

I rolled my eyes. "You know, maybe she's not that bad."

Brooklynn shoved me backwards. "Nah, I was just giving you the benefit of the doubt. Turns out you're more of a dweeb than I thought.

The rest of the class returned to the game, but when they weren't listening, Brooklynn leaned in and whispered something in my ear. "Thanks kid. Maybe you're not that bad either."

Notes

Thanks for reading! You guys have been encouraging me to update, and it actually helps me get off my lazy ass and do it, so keep it up!
-Nori